I accidentally married my best friend's son

The moment she won the championship, Cui Huizhu immediately received an international long-distance call from her best friend Sister Chen.

Ren Chen wore Chen Shujie's floral apron and served dishes he had cooked himself. He also learned two Chinese dishes. He originally wanted to call his teacher, Dean Shen, over, but Chen Shujie didn't like too much noise.

This old and young Kuanai ate foreign Chinese food while watching the exciting events.

The moment Country H was invited to win the championship, the whole country was in an uproar! The people wanted to announce to the world that Country H was invincible!

The cool appearance of Li Junhao's team, a rising star under the flash lights, seemed to instantly relieve the pressure of employment and life of this nation.

Official and self-media outlets took up a large amount of space to announce this grand event!

The public's attention is focused, and the inner universe is thoroughly stimulated. This hot event has submerged the ambiguous small corruption cases in the rolling waves, washing away the already exhausted bodies and minds of the Chinese people.

The name Li Jung-ho will surely go down in history!

"Choi Hye-joo found a good man."

As Chen Shujie ate, she couldn't help but sigh.

"The Li family actually has such a good son. How wonderful it would be if he were my son Li Song. In that cold home, he would have another chance to survive."

Thinking of this, a feeling of bitterness welled up in my heart. I have been wandering for half my life, and even the smile that my heart desires is hesitant.

Ren Chen watched the entire event with great excitement. The spirit of patriotism was ignited at this moment. All the prejudices and unhappiness turned into greatness. He had to admire the cohesion of this nation.

Chen Shujie composed herself and savored a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. "Chenchen, your Chinese food is delicious and authentic."

Ren Chen grew up being praised and had long been numb to it. "If you want to learn from others, you have to learn the authentic way, and the same applies to cooking."

Changing the subject, "But some things go astray, and you still need to be able to discern them."

Chen Shujie rested her chin on her hand, her eyes full of admiration, "For example?"

"For example, healthcare is a livelihood project, but they have turned it into an industry that makes huge profits, which has greatly reduced the happiness index of the people."

Chen Shujie pressed on, "We are the same."

Ren Chen took a bite of the delicious Zhongzhou meal and nodded continuously. After swallowing, he was filled with endless aftertaste. "Our industry's means of seeking profit mainly absorbs external resources, while they only focus on internal resources."

"I brought up this issue. My teacher, Professor Shen, once said that their life and death have nothing to do with me. We should work for our own benefit."

Chen Shujie thought silently for a moment. It’s not their fault that their spiritual civilization can’t keep up. In terms of educational cohesion, we are indeed doing better than them.

After dinner, Ren Chen started to clear the table. Chen Shujie wanted to help, but he stopped her in time, "Please respect the spirit of the contract. Today is my turn."

"If there's anything wrong, we'll discuss it again after a week and revise it!"

Chen Shujie had no choice but to sit on the sofa, flipping through a magazine boredly.

This guy cleared out all the men's products that used to be in the house. Now, the only traces of masculine things in this house are his own.

It is also called the "Datsu-shō-ri" (let go) policy.

The magazines were all torn to pieces and thrown aside. Chen Shujie got up and went to make the bed in the next room.

The room faced her bedroom door, with a corridor in between.

Chen Shujie's yard is not small, there are quite a few rooms, but there is only one bed.

When Cui Huizhu moved in, the two of them shared a bed.

On the first day this kid stayed overnight, he slept on the sofa in the living room.

The bed was finally in place this afternoon.

After cleaning up the kitchen and using hand cream, Ren Chen walked into the room and saw Aunt Chen helping him make the bed.

Starting from kindergarten, I have been making my own bed with my mother watching.

Now this woman is actually making the bed?

Ren Chen felt a beating in his heart at this moment.

It's unclear, the way is unclear.

He wanted to stop it, but his emotions took over for the first time, and he inexplicably gave up the idea.

Independence is his byword, and it turns out this woman is independent too!

But the most original form of independence is a passive choice.

The scene of Chen Shujie bending over to make the bed moved him so much, or even touched him, that he realized it only after Aunt Chen turned around.

"What's so good about making a bed?"

Chen Shujie asked with a smile.

Ren Chen tried his best to conceal his embarrassment, like a student accepting punishment. "Making the bed may seem ordinary, but it contains a philosophical meaning. There are many highly educated people who can't make their beds!"

"Okay, you're always right."

Chen Shujie spoke slowly, preparing to do other things.

A wall appeared in front of me. "It's blocking my way."

"Oh."

Ren Chen, who was blocking the door, turned sideways.

After a while, the sound of a washing machine was heard outside.

Ren Chen sat at the desk, with piles of books neatly classified, and began to write a plan.

There is a surgery tomorrow morning and a quarterly summary meeting in the afternoon.

I felt a little headache when I walked out of the room, so I went to the yard to get some fresh air. Chen Shujie had already gone out, most likely to the store.

Clothes were hung out to dry in the yard, including his own, including his private underwear.

The young professor clearly felt the burning sensation on his face.

He punched the stone pillar in the yard and used his feet to dig out the three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

On the way, Chen Shujie passed by the library again.

This time she registered her rental information at the bar and took away the complete works of "Don Quixote".

When I was picking up the book, I was approached by several girls. The young professor was nowhere to be found.

Every word of "Auntie" sounded as if she had become a sinner, and what she took away was not Ren Chen, but the girls' youth and ideals.

I don’t know how many girls will struggle and feel sad at night.

She is a bad woman.

……

Amidst overwhelming hot news, on the golf course, even chaebol Chairman Lee, dressed in a white sportswear, couldn't hide his fatigue.

After a few poles, my waist is so sore.

Qin Muxue, who was far away, watched this scene quietly, with a hint of satisfaction on her lips.

A servant under the skirt, in the palm of your hand!

Who is whose plaything?

"Lee Jung-ho! Young Master! The rising star!"

When the news came, the momentary tension was swallowed up by the sea of competitive desire, and my heart leaped like a shark smelling blood.

Qin Muxue seemed excited. The more intense it was, the more heroic it was when the family collapsed!

At first, she thought that this unpopular young master would be pulled into her camp because of his mother, so she immediately extended an olive branch to him. However, the opposite happened and the young master did not listen at all.

They had no choice but to initiate the second plan, letting Li Yunkai be the fuse.

Over there, the trusted director of the Fang Department lowered his head, ready to listen to instructions at any time, while the chaebol chairman Li Zhanyuan leaned on the golf club with both hands and did not say a word for a long time.

The son, who had no knowledge of speed racing or dog walking and had been disciplined since childhood, suddenly became famous and wealthy, attracting worldwide attention.

The share price of the Li Group rose by 20% in one day.

"Is it my fault as a father for Tinghao?"